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I notice the silence
.
not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind
.
I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious
.
flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes
.
frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book
.
down where it was letting
my head as beheaded
.
falling too
.
.
Poem from the bilingual book California Notebook available for you also online.
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your unpronounceable name
backward is wonder
upward is silence
where I abide
to my best
for you
.
.
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you just know
when you are in
the right place
your soul stretches
out and flies you follow
it somehow with words
and without
This poem is at page 51 of the bilingual poetry book California Notebooks 02
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I quiver as the sun
comes back out
from behind the trees
.
I remember being
fifteen drenched in
too many questions
.
boiling over in the
heat of the sunshine
evaporating upward
.
leaving
.
room for silence
to fill each single
gap each crevice
.
.
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what I miss
is the time moving
slowly creating a still
silence inside
.
watching the clouds
surf slowly and the grass
grow tall when the rain
is done
.
walking uphill
seeing the sea from
afar holding its smell
on my skin
.
my time immersed
in beauty my time
my days my habits
I hold nothing
.
.
This poem is from the collection California Notebooks 01 available on Amazon if you are interested in purchasing your own copy for your own library shelves.
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the times I survived
my hardships
.
brought abruptly
into my life
were those on which
.
I stood on adversity
as a bird
perched on a tree
.
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the garden told me
it needs me
.
a poet to walk along
it to unlock
the unseen unheard
.
to feel home
while lost it needed
it told me
.
someone that will
walk it for
no reason at all
.
if not to be
it to breath along
.
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it is a revelation
not one cicada
sounds the same
a butterfly sitting
by me admiring
something I lose
myself on such lightness
I use to tell children
to stop and to listen to
the songs of
butterflies as
they nodded back
This poem, written in 2014, is from the collection California Notebooks 01, click on the title if interested in your own copy.
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tall piles of books
tall piles of paper
tall piles of drawings
tall piles of note taking
tall piles of poems scribbled
a few empty jars cleaned out
I live in my ideal city pushed
back in the corner I sit
each title a windows’
line each space
a possibility
.
*
I now let the sun showering
over my head
filled with troubled thoughts
sleepless my night
tied up by uncertain feelings
I could not see
the light that sets me free
.
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such lightness
silence lingers
I thrive under
silence falls on us
to help us on
telling what is you
have to be
silent to hear poetry
.
*
when you honor
three layers of mountains
brown beige and purple
straight ahead of you
against a bright blue drape
not noticing the golf ball
poems come floating
the crystal breeze
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 written in Indian Wells, California.
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to find the way
to that hiding place
right inside me
and right in the middle
build a nest
where to cuddle where
to sing to rest
inside of me the eternal
.
.
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silent are my dead
ancestors
silent are the graves
.
as the photos
mingles in brown tones
or gray hues
.
we gathered little
information
despite searching
,
but a powerful
emotional feeling
raising inward
.
.
.
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when poetry comes
as a soft gliding
over my feelings
searching to appease
me a gentle caress
.
.
